Gray Wolf – Persecuted

Vicious, wicked so I’m thought,
vilified has been my lot.
Through the ages oppressed I’ve been.
By what measure is my sin?
Have I ruined stream and air,
corrupted land without a care?
Many species extinct have been,
but not by my directed whim.
So why am I so persecuted?
My sentence begs to be commuted.

I am Wolf. Look into my eyes. Do they express intelligence? Awareness? Purpose? Are they not filled with life? Why then am I hated? Why am I persecuted? Go ask the little girl in red.